บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire Replaced Me With My Assistant : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Sophia's POVThe daylight hadn't even fully brightened the sky when I was already up, putting on my armor for the upcoming battle. My gaze fell on the bag, where I knew the card from those flowers was still stored. "You will always belong to me." A chill ran down my spine before I took a deep breath, pushing the thought away. Not today. Not today.The living room sofa was covered in reports, and I was organizing them into folders with precise, quick movements. Every document was a weapon, every chart was ammunition."Wow, Soph!" Emma's voice echoed through the room, making me look up. She was standing in the doorway, holding a cup of coffee with both hands, her eyes wide. "You're wearing that French perfume! The same one I bought at the duty-free?"I nodded, closing one of the folders with a soft snap. "Yes, that one.""But you always said you'd save it for a very, very special occasion!" She took a step into the room, watching me with evident curiosity. "What's so special about today

Sophia's POV An absolute silence had taken over the room. All eyes were fixed on me, awaiting my reaction to Victoria's direct attack. I remained motionless. I didn't allow a single muscle in my face to betray any emotion. A light, polished smile appeared on my lips – the kind we use when someone is rude, but we choose to remain polite. "I appreciate your point of view, Doctor Pierce," I said, keeping my voice serene and controlled, in clear contrast to her cutting tone. "The accuracy of data is indeed fundamental. Perhaps I can clarify the situation better by presenting some concrete numbers." Without losing sight of Victoria, I turned slightly towards the screen. "Can we please see slide 47?" I addressed the shareholders. "As you can clearly observe, the return on investment from our partnerships with local establishments in Chicago was 300% higher than that of traditional media campaigns in the same period. This isn't a mere assumption. These are real numbers. And numbers,

Sophia's POV I didn't answer immediately. Instead, I walked calmly to the sink next to hers. The bag I was carrying, not as expensive as hers, I carefully placed on the cold marble countertop. The silence was so uncomfortable that I had to break it. I turned on the tap and let the water run. The sound of water filling that void calmed me a little. I washed my hands with care, scrubbing well between my fingers, as if I could wash away all the dirt from that fight, all the anger that Victoria was trying to shove down my throat. "I don't need to enjoy anything, Victoria," I said, finally. My own voice surprised me. It came out so calm, so firm, as if I were commenting on the weather. "Victory is already bitter enough when it comes from you." That's when she moved. She finally turned to face me, leaning her whole body against the sink and crossing her arms tightly. Up close, I could see it clearly. Her eyes, which she always kept so perfect, were red and a bit swollen. Had sh

Sophia's POV “Don’t touch me, Victoria,” I said, my voice low but laden with an icy threat. I tightened my grip slightly on her wrist, making her shudder. “I’m not the same as before.” I leaned closer, my eyes fixed on hers. “Get this through your rotten mind: the Sophia you could intimidate, the one you could abuse, is dead.” I released her wrist with a slight push that made her step back. “And the one who remains isn't afraid of you.” She tried to break free, but my hand was like a handcuff. She spat in anger, but a twisted, scornful smile returned to her lips. She leaned forward, her nose almost touching mine. “Really?” she whispered with disdain. “You? You think you can be like me? That you can face me?” She laughed, a hollow, unpleasant sound. “Never. You will never be like me. In fact, what do you have… what? Determination?” Her gaze swept over my body with contempt. “That doesn't pay the bills, darling. That doesn't buy respect.” “In this company,” I countered, pointi

Michael's POV He was sitting in my chair, in my living room, with an owner's smile on his face. The blood began to boil in my veins, hot and fast. The happiness that had filled my chest just minutes ago had evaporated, replaced by a pure, primal rage. "What are you doing in my house?" My voice came out low, but laden with a danger even I could recognize. "Get out of here." I took a step forward. "Don't make me throw you out by force." Alexander didn't even blink. His smile didn't reach his eyes, which remained cold as ice. "What is this, Michael?" he said, with a false tone of reproach. "There's no need to go that far. We are civilized men, not animals. Let's act like gentlemen." Gentlemen. The word sounded like an insult coming from that mouth. A gentleman doesn't invade other people's homes. A gentleman doesn't destroy families. A gentleman doesn't play with people's hearts the way he did. "Everything I had to say to you has already been said," I snarled, clenching my fists at